Kenneth Oppel

Sailing towards sunrise, and that i used to be perched atop the crow's nest, being the ship's eyes. We have been nights out of Sydney, and there'd been no climate to talk of up to now. i used to be preserving watch on a gloomy stack of nimbus clouds off to the northwest, yet we have been leaving it some distance at the back of, and it appeared to be soft going all of the as far back as Lionsgate urban. Like driving a cloud. . . .

Matt Cruse is a cabin boy at the Aurora, a big airship that sails hundreds of thousands of ft above the sea, ferrying prosperous passengers from urban to urban. it's the existence Matt's regularly sought after; confident he is lighter than air, he imagines himself as buoyant because the hydrium fuel that powers his send. One evening he meets a demise balloonist who speaks of gorgeous creatures drifting in the course of the skies. it is just after Matt meets the balloonist's granddaughter that he realizes that the man's ravings may possibly, in reality, were real, and that the creatures are thoroughly actual and completely mysterious.

In a swashbuckling experience corresponding to Jules Verne and Robert Louis Stevenson, Kenneth Oppel, writer of the best-selling Silverwing trilogy, creates an imagined global within which the air is populated by way of transcontinental voyagers, pirates, and beings by no means sooner than dreamed of via the people who sail the skies.

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